Saturday, 10 September 2016
The detritus from her party was scooped up. Burst balloons, paper plates, cake crumbs and unwanted party favours. Tangled up amidst torn and crumpled pass-the-parcel wrapping paper and shiny gold ribbon tied to deflated balloons was her doll, the one she'd had since her last party.
All of it went in the bin.
The next morning, the binman arrived and began to empty the rubbish bins. From a tear in a cheap black plastic binbag fell a forlorn doll, with cake crumbs and butter icing dulling its glossy hair, and jelly and icecream stains on its pretty little summer dress. The binman picked up the doll and looked into its cold plastic eyes.
Then he set her down and watched as she hesitantly crossed the path and ran off into the woods. The binman gave a little smile and then resumed his work, humming a poor rendition of a TV show theme tune as he did so.
* Because I don't like pasta, remember?!